The Journey Begins

I am going to be honest with you.

I firmly believe the Holy Spirit placed the idea of this in my heart months ago, and I was really excited about it. I did all the things. I listened to podcasts about starting a blog. I googled the heck out of the topic. I researched and slightly stalked other bloggers in different areas of interest to see what worked for them. I told my best friend, who has a knack for pushing and prodding, and generally herding me in the direction I need to go. I paid for the domain name and subscribed to a platform.

And then—I stopped.

I was still passionate and eager to establish a home in this little corner of the internet, to reach out and find others just as passionate, or curious. Curious is good. But, I stalled. When it came to putting down words, I simply froze.

Because, here’s the thing: who the heck am I to tell anyone about anything? Let alone anything theological or spiritual.

I don’t have a theology or divinity degree. I didn’t attend a Catholic university or have an established spiritual director.

I am a baptized Catholic, who attended twelve years of Catholic school, before at eighteen, like a lot of young adults tasting freedom for the first time, I fell away from practicing my faith. It wasn’t until almost twenty years later, I felt pulled and called to come back.

I joined Bible study groups and earned certificates of Scripture and Catholic Doctrine from the McGrath Institute for Church Life at Notre Dame. I read books. I read a lot of books. And I prayed.

But none of this earned me the credentials to advise anyone or teach anyone. I am no expert.

I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a member of the community. And the more I read, studied, and prayed, the more I felt called to say something. To start a conversation.

When I was at my lowest and emptiest, what pulled me through was my study of the Blessed Mother. I read anything I could about her. I started praying the rosary on a regular basis, daily if I can. It’s during those moments, I feel our Mother drawing closer to me, inspiring me, guiding me.

One day, while praying the rosary, it occurred to me that if God chose a peasant girl from a small village, a nobody, to be the mother of His son, Jesus Christ, why couldn’t He choose me to write about her? Is it so far-fetched an idea that God could select another no-name child to simply talk about the Blessed Mother?

So that is what I’m doing, and what you will find in these pages.

This is my conversation about the Blessed Mother and the rosary. I will strive to be as open and honest with you as I can about my thoughts, reflections, and experiences. I invite you to share your thoughts and experiences with me.

Together, we will talk about life and relationships of all kinds, and where our Blessed Mother fits in. How she can help us, but also how we can help her. Every mother needs a little help now and again, and I don’t think Mama Mary is much different in that regard.

I hope you will join me on this journey and in this conversation.